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‘Where are they?’
Rev looked around the small kitchen. He was looking for his rosary beads, something he didn’t go anywhere without. Hell, even if he was just going out to the corner packy to get a six-pack of Pabst he had them with him. They were usually in his jacket pocket, or coat pocket, or pants pocket…some kind of pocket anyway.
Come to think of it…
‘Where the fuck is my SHIRT???’
Rev was fuming. That shirt was the one he wore last night, his favorite one, the one he spilled tequila on when that asshole pinched his ass and he jumped. He smiled at the thought of Fink coming to his rescue-and cold cocking the guy in the face. ‘Ah-mah hero’ as they say in all those romantic books and movies. ‘Chick shit,’ Fink called that stuff. Rev sighed. Fink just wasn’t a romantic at heart.
He walked into the living room. ‘Mebbe here?’ Rev asked himself with a glimmer of hope. He scoured the tiny room, knocking over Pabst cans, empty tequila bottles and old fast food containers. He was unfortunate enough to take a whiff of one of said empty containers and he was almost instantly nauseous. ‘Fuck. I’sa needs a beer to help my tummy now.’ He kicked at an old pizza box with his foot to get revenge and walked over to the fridge. As he drank his beer, he headed for the bathroom. He knew they couldn’t be here. The bathroom was smaller than a closet consisting of a toilet, a sink and a shower stall. Hell, you couldn’t even fuck in there it was so small. And he would know-Rev had had a LOT of sex in a LOT of small places. But none like the miniscule bathroom in the apartment.
That left only the bedroom, and he sighed. Fink was sleeping in there and he really didn’t want to intrude. You never knew what you were going to find if you disturbed his slumber. You could get the imp, rubbing sleep out of his eyes with his tail and a wink. Or you could get the worst, an asp in a den of vipers. Rev was thankful that he was on the better of the two ends most of the time, but he had caught the worst of the two more times than he’d like to remember. Those times broke his heart. Fink had woken up startled, jumping up and hissing, saying something along the lines of ‘leave me alone motherfucker,‘ then crouching down, his tail whipping around his body as for protection. It took the better of twenty minutes to calm him down, to assure him that it was his Revvie and no one would hurt him. In those times, he’d fall back into a listless sleep, Rev soothing him off with his singing.
‘Better go take a quick peek,’ Rev thought, and he walked over to the slightly ajar bedroom door. He poked it open with his foot and looked in on Fink. The imp was curled up on his side, tail wrapped around one of Rev‘s shirts,. He looked so peaceful when he was sleeping. Rev smiled to himself. This was the Fink that only he knew. As he looked, he saw something sparkle in Fink’s hands. He leaned in to take a better look, and that’s when he saw them: his rosary beads cupped in the imp’s palms. Rev looked surprised, then smiled, closing the door quietly.